Oh glorious morning
Shining rays beckoning to be heard
Through drawn curtains their madness calls
I will not heed them
I will remain here with You
Forgotten revelries still pounding
These borrowed sheets are a haven
I have found Elysium while yet I breath
It is pale white skinned and sleeping
Beautiful, naked and softly sighing
Secrets spoken from behind the veil of dreams
This wondrous patch of unmarked flesh
On the borders of the above and the below
Where two worlds meet in warm perfection
This is my altar to You, and I lay myself upon it
These kisses, this touch, my prayer to You
An incantation on unknowable power
To drive away the demented ranting
That even now screams at the shaded window

                                        - Chris Getz